As time passed, you found a sense of acceptance in your unusual existence as part of Prince Karther's anatomy. The initial shock and humiliation gradually gave way to a resigned familiarity with your role. The taste of waste, once a source of revulsion, became just another aspect of your daily routine.
While your days were spent in relative monotony, confined within the Prince's cheeks, you adapted to the peculiarities of your surroundings. The occasional muffled conversations and glimpses of the outside world were your only connection to what lay beyond your limited existence. Still, the sense of isolation lingered.
As the Prince engaged in various activities, you found solace in the small moments of care, like being cleaned after each use. The palace bath became a somewhat comforting place, offering a brief respite from the otherwise uneventful days.
Despite your acceptance of this unique fate, occasional thoughts of what could have been crossed your mind. What happened to Janice, your once-friend, remained a mystery, leaving a twinge of regret. Wondering if she, too, found acceptance or if she regretted her transformation into a concubine.
The Prince's romantic encounters, although awkwardly experienced from within, became part of the routine. You focused on the silver linings, such as the care lavished upon you and the relatively comfortable environment provided by the Kitsune Prince's cheeks.
Each day blurred into the next, creating a sense of timelessness within the confines of the Prince's anatomy. Your former life felt like a distant memory, and you wondered if, in this strange existence, you had truly become just another part of the Prince's body.
And so, your days continued, a peculiar blend of acceptance, routine, and occasional moments of reflection within the Kitsune Prince's cheeks.